We actually have one…hanging in our kitchen.  But I should have had one that I personally pay attention to.  Maybe if I had made one myself…maybe then I would have been paying more attention to where the time had been escaping to.  It always happens like this, and I, by the sin of omission, have let Christmas sneak up on me.  You would think that after 55 years I would be accustomed to the routine, but noooooooo!  I now have less than two weeks before my time is up and Christmas has been reduced to little more than a happy memory.

We have big things planned this week.  Tomorrow, Megan, Jake and I are going to Disneyland to get swallowed up into the Disney Christmas Spirit.  We have passes, Jake is in town and we haven’t been there since before Halloween.  All day Wednesday – and probably into Thursday – I will be wrapping presents…for someone else.  Friday we start our baking madness, which will continue through Saturday afternoon, with a brief intermission for me to go usher at “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” at the Old Globe Theater in San Diego.  I’m so excited for that!  Sunday is time for “Sister Friendly” during sharing time in Primary.  My Primary kids are absolutely wonderful!  I need to bake or make them some sort of special treat.  Note to self: make treats for the Primary kids on Saturday.

I just had a serious sneeze attack.  Sneezing is a major inconvenience.  I must not get sick.  There is no time for sickness.  I must stay well.  Even when I want to stay up all night, I must not.  I must get sleep.  I have a tendency to overdo during the Christmas season, and then I pay the consequences.   My children don’t need a sick mom at Christmas.

 Somehow I know it will all work itself out in the end.  May we all remember the true meaning of Christmas.